Monday, May 30, 2011

Not Exactly What We Had Planned

All day Saturday I'd had contractions about 20 minutes apart.  But nothing to write home about.  Slept well. Etc. Etc.  Sunday, wasn't really noticing them as much but was drinking lots of water to make sure I stayed hydrated through the day. Went to church, went home and changed, then went to Coach's brother's house for his birthday celebration.  They boiled crawfish.  My sister and her husband were there, and he left today to drive up to Ft. Lewis (she'll join him at Ft. Sill in September).  It was nice, we ate, were laughing, I was huge. The regular.  Had like 3 painful contractions in about 40 minutes and decided we needed to go home and we got outta there.  Wasn't feeling too bad, took a long shower to cool down.  

We played yatzee on the Wii for a while and were laughing. I was still drinking water because I've been down that road with dehydration making contractions worse.  Decided to go to bed when I couldn't keep my eyes open at 10 and they weren't really picking up steadily (went from 20 minutes to 7-11 minutes apart, but nothing consistent).  Laid down and all of a sudden were piggybacking.  It felt like my uterus was stuck in the "on" position.  Coach ran me a bath.  It got worse.  Then I proceeded to practically projectile vomit everything I've ever eaten throughout this pregnancy.  And dry heave. All during these back-to-back contractions.  When I finally stopped and started shaking from the fluid loss Coach was putting the car seat, bags, and pillows in the car and hoisting me out of the tub. 

He brought me a poweraid but I could barely keep it down.  Got to the hospital, checked into L&D, and the ladies at the desk were so freaking nice.  I'd been so scared all afternoon and evening of a false alarm but I was still in so much pain that I didn't care and they were just wonderful.  Was immediately put into a room, changed into a sexy gown, and hooked up to the monitors.  
 My awesome nurse, Ashley (good name), started asking me the 800 questions they have to ask before you even get started.  Normal doctor stuff x100, and this is considering I'd already preregistered so I skipped a whole slew when the ladies at the desk checked me in and got me a room.  All this time the contractions are still happening, bam bam bam no break.  Coach is cracking jokes.  She leaves to call the doctor and see what  she wants to do, mostly because the throwing up could be causing them to piggyback and we don't know if it's real labor or early labor because I'm dehydrated big time by this point. I smiled somehow:
Doc wants me hooked up to an IV to get fluids, give me a good dose of Zofran (hallelujah, best news all night) and we'll reevaluate in an hour.  If they go away, we'll know it's not the real deal--if they don't, we'll go from there kinda deal.  Hour comes and goes.  2 come and go.  Still having contractions, although they finally slowed down to about the 5-7 minutes I'd been having before we "went to bed" almost 3 hours prior.  It's almost 3.  She pushes the rest of the fluids, checks me again (still haven't dilated any more than when I came in, which is the same amount as I was at my doctors appointment on wednesday), and she calls the doctor back at about 3/3:30.  She hangs another bag of fluid because I need it and it's faster than drinking it and tells me to try and sleep while this one goes in so they can let me go home unless they start to pick up again.  

they don't.  They return to the tolerable discomfort that has been present for the past 3 days.  We get discharged at 6am.  Coach is exhausted but still cheery and cracking horrible jokes as always and I feel like a run over animal on the highway.  I'm sore everywhere, I'm so tired I feel sick, I still feel nauseated despite the zofran, and I'm a bit cold from all the IV fluids.  We waddle away and the lovely ladies at the desk make "oh NO!" noises as we walk back out with our bags.  

We got donuts and more poweraid on the way home.  Then we slept until noon.  And pretty much resembled lazy vegetables all day.  Or these guys:
Still having contractions every 20-30 minutes.  Nothing to write home about.  But oh well. Not sure how much that stupid visit to L&D will cost me, but I was in so much pain in such a short period of time that it was worth it.  And considering how quickly pushing all that fluid relieved it--it was the right thing to do even if it was demoralizing having to walk out of the hospital without our baby in our arms.  To wait.... still wait for his arrival.

What a holiday it was.  Now to bed.  Hopefully for a restful night.  

Friday, May 27, 2011

New Blinds and Solar Screens

Let me just start off by posting the nasty one hunter green blind in our kitchen:
Also, yeah I need to replace that light fixture, nasty.  

But mostly, all the blinds in our house are broken in some aspect: don't open, don't go up and down without falling out the window, etc.  Our house was a custom home and they put in the nastiest, cheapest, ugliest blinds ever.  They were on our list to replace.  But we have 22 windows that needed replacing.  and 3 huge windows with solar screens that were crap too.  And our windows are not standard size, are much larger and much taller.  Which all equals $$$$$.

But we're lucky: one of our firemen at work is a blinds and solar screen guy who gets directly from the manufacturer.  The same manufacturer as the big box stores.  And he's fast. And installs.  But mostly:

he's in-freaking-credibly cheap.  

So much so that he loses bids because people think his product is crap based on how little it costs.  When in reality, it's because he gets directly from the manufacturer, he's been ordering from them so long he gets better rates than even some big companies, and he doesn't mark up unnecessarily.  

Our whole house, with tax, the nice plantation wood blinds, and install, and 3 huge replacement solar screens came in at less than half what you'd pay anywhere else for lesser quality product.  And we get them in the next 2 weeks.  I.AM.SO.EXCITED!!!!! 

So if you need blinds or solar screens in the metroplex: Trey Porter is your guy!  Plus he's super nice.  Which is always a plus when you're letting someone in your home.  Have I mentioned how excited I am to have nice, not random green, and working blinds in our house?  YAY!!!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Summer Time and the Living's Easy

Love that song...

Anywho, over on Rue La La today they have those MiracleSuit's on sale.  Like the one I wanted way back when.  So I of course took advantage of the 1/2 off price and bought this cute 1 piece for summer:
Miraclesuit "Andie" One-Piece
How nice will that be with little boy in the pool this summer during the Texas HEAT? So cute!  and concealing. :) yeah buddy!  I'm so ready to do some swimming!!!

Who is ready for summer even if their body won't be? THIS GIRL!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Baby Diary: Week 37

May 24, 2011
What a week.  We started off the weekend feeling good about getting to catch up around the house and ended up in bed with some allergy/exhaustion/funk for most of the weekend. Lots of naps were taken.  Coach got hit pretty bad Saturday, which is so unusual for him.  But it was nice to sit around and catch up on our unwatched DVDs and The Daily Show (love us some jstew). So not that bad afterall.

Starting Monday though, I spent all afternoon having mild-ish contractions. I even texted Coach a heads up and left work a little early because they were very regular and increasing in strength.  By the time I got home and walked around a little (trying to encourage them if they were real or figure out if they were not), then Coach got home, they had stopped.  Tuesday same deal, except they lasted longer.  Yesterday we had a slew of horrible storms in the area and I was working frantically from home until almost 11--let me tell you, answering phone calls while having contractions is difficult.  I was moving around, peeing, doing everything that the book says could break false labor and they continued to get more painful. So Coach ran me a bath and headed to bed (on orders that if this is for real, he needs to sleep and I'll wake him up if we need to go to the hospital during the night).  I got in the bath and some of the pain subsided, then the contractions disappeared entirely by midnight.  Color me disapointed, after 7+ hours of contractions I figured "YES! Baby!" but no....

We go to the doctor this afternoon.  He is so freaking low my hips feel like they're going to crack or break apart so he can just fall out.  His movements are so stinking large because he's out of room.  I think his days are numbered in his little womb.  Maybe all the spicy food I've been eating is paying off.  I'll be interested to see how dialated I am after the last 2 weeks, although it doesn't mean I will or won't go into labor soon.  Just curious.

There are times I go to pee and when my bladder empties he gets even lower again, and I swear I could practically wipe his head with toilet paper. Too graphic? Sorry.  Welcome to pregnancy!  I want to hold him! ah!

Oh a side note, my Kindle arrived and we got our fancy Nikon.  Now I just have to figure out how to use the camera's ample possibilities. :) Exciting though! Already loaded a book on the Kindle, it's such a cool device. I'm excited to use it.


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Music in the Delivery Room

My blogger has been retarded.  This wasn't supposed to post yet. But basically I made a list of the music I hope to listen to during delivery. I have most if it loaded on my ipod (aka my old iphone 3).  Here's hoping it actually DOES calm me down.

Love by Sugarland
Walk with You by Edwin McCain
I will follow you into the dark by Death Cab for Cutie
Call me Papa by Donavon Frankenreiter
I'll be There by Josh Turner
Feels Like Home by Chantal Kreviazuk
Satellite by Guster
Only You Can Love Me This Way by Keith Urban
I'm In by Keith Urban
Lizzy by Ben Kweller
Sha Sha by Ben Kweller
Part of the Process by Morcheeba (or the whole Big Calm CD)
Sea of Love by Cat Power
Baby Bleu by Danny Malone
The Garden State Soundtrack
Beautiful Boy by John Lennon (although I'm partial to this version and this version)
Yesterday by The Beatles (I just love it)
Blackbird performed by the Beatles
I Could Not Ask for More by Edwin McCain
I'll Be by Edwin McCain
Rockabye by Shawn Mullins
Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles

I Didn't Always Have a Watermellon in My Belly

We're posting information on our website and I was looking for some stock photos from the guys last year to see if we had anything usable and came across this from our MDA fundraiser (what a great organization! I'm sad I'll miss our Fill the Boot activities this year). 
 
This was exactly a week after my D&C and I remember being bloated and swollen still from the drugs, stress, and hormones.  I had my D&C on June 2nd.  We're approaching the date where we lost our first child while I'm about to have our second (I think I will always consider that first pregnancy as the loss of a child).  Our only successful pregnancy.  I still have fears about losing this baby, even in these last few weeks.  There have been enough people I know either directly or indirectly who have lost children late in pregnancy or at delivery, to make me still yearn with everything inside me to hear that blessed cry and hold a thriving little infant in my arms.  So much so that I don't care at all if he's covered in fluids, if he's changing colors faster than an iguana, if he's screaming, if he pees or poops on me, or if he doesn't even like me at first.  He'll have made it safe.  Against all the odds. 
 
Even if he's pushing on my pelvis so hard right now I can feel every indentation of my bones on his.  Doesn't help that I'm having my daily bout of intense contractions in the afternoon, that disappointingly always disappear despite my hopes they continue into a real labor pattern. 
 
also, how skinny do I look in that photo? I yearn for that, I don't even remember being that thin at this point........ lesigh

 

I Waddle and Wince


Like a penguin.  Or maybe that's insulting penguins everywhere.  Either way, the baby has officially dropped and my stomach is now even lower, it feels like my hips could explode, I'm not hungry, and his butt is no longer under my ribs (bonus on that one).  I cannot prevent the waddle as my hips are now under so much strain and pressure I can barely walk up an incline or stairs, period.  It feels like his head is dangling in my vagina. Nice huh?  Or that he'll stick his little hand out and wave at me:  "Hi Mom!"
 
In other news, I'm eating everything with lots of spice to try and convince him to vacate.  His every movement feels like my uterus is being ripped apart. He feels massive. 2 more weeks? 2 more weeks? I'll repeat, 2 more weeks of this?  They put on a half a pound a week, so that is a minimum of a pound heavier than however chunky his little booty is now.  But if the power behind his kicks is any indication, this little guy has long legs full of chunk and muscle already. Just like his parents. Go baby boy!
 
Seriously, Go. Down. As in out. As in, I will gladly suffer sleep deprivation and sore boobies if you'll just come out!
 
Every time I pee I wonder if it's my water breaking.  Silly, I know.  I wake up in the middle of the night wondering if it's going to break.  Every time he moves even further down on my pelvis I wonder "how is that thin sack of amniotic fluid NOT bursting?  my hips feel like they'll burst and they're not a thin membrane."  As in right now. He's pushing so hard I feel like I need to go sit on the toilet just in case.  As if I don't already spend enough time in the potty.
 
This last month of pregnancy sucks.  You're huge. People tell you you're huge (in addition to even your maternity clothes barely covering your massive orb--it's no longer a baby bump).  It seems like any friends you have who are pregnant are either 1. still in the cute, tiny, adorable phase of pregnancy (no hatred, just a fact) or 2. have just had their baby and you're still waiting to have yours.  Stick a fork in me, I'm done.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Baby Diary: Week 36

We made it through this weekend!  I was so worried that we wouldn't or I'd be down there and start having contractions.  It was so wonderful getting to spend a lot of time with my cousins and Aunt and Uncle from my Dad's side (his only sibling is my Aunt).  Melanie came in all the way from Hawaii and Cecily and her family came in from Boston.  I got to play with the new generation of cousins (Zadie, 3, and Elliot, 15 months) and visit lots with them.  It was so great, they're so fun and we don't see each other near enough.  It's nice to think that 'lil bear and Elliot will be so close in age.  Fun!

The weekend was great except for the whole I could NOT sleep at all in the hotel bed and only got about 8 hours of sleep the whole weekend, add that to being on my feet for 3 days from 6am - 10pm and I was totally exhausted when we finally got home sunday.  I was ready for my own bed saturday morning, not saying I wanted to leave. But I think traveling in your last month of pregnancy is probably not advisable.  You're just miserable.

Oh and the swelling in my feet is now out of control. I can officially not wear any shoes other than sandals.  My toes look like little smokies.  My face is puffy.  Doctor asked me yesterday how I felt: tired, swollen, uncomfortable, and ready.  she just laughed and patted my leg, then looked at me and said "yeah, I can tell".  Very very close, any day!  But I did test positive for the Group B Strep, so I have to have antibiotics during delivery and they keep us for a required 48 hours to make sure he made it without infection.  No biggie, but just one more thing.

I spend all day peeing and trying to stay awake.  Every time I feel anything I wonder if it's my water breaking, or a real contraction, or whatever.  Every strong BH I have I wish was a sign of real labor.  he is so big and cramped in there it is painful when he moves.  My tummy is also now numb and tingly because of all the pressure he puts on the skin, so it feels like my belly has fallen alseep a lot of the day. 

I've decided I'm starting my maternity leave on June 1st, regardless of how I'm feeling. I have so much I could do at home that isn't necessary but could keep me busy, plus I am so tired of being at work.  I'm just tired.  It'd be wonderful to take a nap.  Or to get home and actually have the energy to take a walk.

Bring on the spicy food!

Baby Diary: Week 35

May 5, 2011
very very very late. sorry! I meant to post it last week but what insanity.  the 35/36 week appointment went well, already 1cm dilated (no surprise there).  Although it doesn't really mean anything, it just confirmed that we are getting close.  At 36 weeks they let you deliver.  So I felt ok about that.

Commissioning and Graduation for the brother-in-law was amazing, although completely exhausting.  My feet were swollen to sausages.  Mothers day was nice though at Coach's aunt's house.  I went swimming (bikini underneath running shorts and one of his tshirts did the needed covering-up), and boy was it wonderful to feel buoyant.  1 hour in the pool and all my swelling went down.  Glorious. 

Anywho, onto today's post so it won't be a week late either.  But first, check out that tired looking pregnant lady:
May 6, 2011

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Pregnant Tears

Kind of a weird name for a post but I couldn't figure out where to go with it.  After missing Glee tuesday night I kept seeing all these tweets about the google Chrome TV ads.  so I googled "Google Chrome TV commercial".  The first one made me tear up and have hope for a beautiful day when my children won't fear for who they are, whomever that is and whenever they figure that out. As a mom, it is all I can hope for. 
The second did actually make me cry.  I think the reference is crocodile tears, but really I think they should be called Pregnancy Tears--because I don't know any animal who can cry as much as any hormonal pregnant lady on this planet. 
Now who wants to make an email address for their unborn child and send them letters?  This girl.  Maybe I will.  :)

Baby Diary: Week 34


May 3rd, 2011
Pregnancy brain has hit as I now cannot remember what happened at all this week. I honestly cannot remember anything.  I guess it's been quiet!  Except for the weather which has kept me up many nights working.  On the plus side, I will be on maternity leave during tornado season so won't have to deal with the biggest drama. 

I hosted my sister's bridal shower tea party on Sunday and it was wonderful.  Her friends are so lovely, the food was all amazing, and it turned out beautifully. I hope she truely enjoyed it because it was just charming. Her big wedding bonanza is the 14th in Austin, so we drive down the day before (friday) and will leave Sunday.  Please baby, cooperate.  You can come any day after the 16th!  Then she goes on her honeymoon from the 17th to the 27th, which means for 10 days that there is a good chance she'll miss the birth. 

Which would mean Coach would be in the delivery room with me.

Alone. 

Which means: I might kill him.

It's like Survivor.  But more dangerous.  :) 

We go back to the doctor a week from today.  This is the last time we go 2 weeks between visits.  Next time we have our big "birth plan" talk.  I've written out the one on BabyCenter because I liked it a lot.  I also included some items to remind Coach to tell the nurse (i.e. no pacifiers under any circumstances, don't put the eye medicine on until after I breastfeed) after he's born and in L&D should I be too out of it (exhaustion or whatever) to remember myself.  Plus to tell her not to even offer me pain meds, I don't even want to hear the word epidural because it'll make me panic just thinking about how sick it could make me.  So that'll be good.

What's even better is that after the next visit, if I go into labor they just let me deliver!  Sweet! Which means, bring on the spicy food and every other "remidy" to try and get this little boy here.  My sister, brother-in-law and I went to our favorite Thai restaurant in Fort Worth (it might be called a dive but the food is amazing and the owner, Mama, is hilarious and provides endless entertainment) on Friday.  She was already offering to provide extra spices to put me into labor and this lady I would totally believe could send you into labor.  She's just that hilarious.  So maybe we'll be going back for some of my favorite Red Curry and a side of labor. :) haha.  Hard to believe we're only about a month away! What!